shit.
How feeble are our minds?
Images, snapshots, fuzzy pixalations of who I made you up to be.
All of you are idols on pedestals.
You look so good up there so I don't dare ask any more.
Wait, I played this game and it burned my skin.
I want to break things.
I want to kick you off that throne.
Head overly consumed. And everyday another you.
Shit.
"Do not worship false idols"
"Return to me," you say. I can hear you whispering in my ear.
It's just a fun little day dream, I try to console myself.
But I only dance in my underwear when I think of someone else,
And I only go for the sexy ones.
Shit.
I'm shopping in the puja store, head covered, eyes shut and saying rah, rah...it's just for fun.
Be careful with those matches sweetheart, burning flesh smells pungent and not the orange zest kind.
How feeble are our minds?
Images, snapshots, fuzzy pixalations of who I made you up to be.
All of you are idols on pedestals.
You look so good up there so I don't dare ask any more.
Wait, I played this game and it burned my skin.
I want to break things.
I want to kick you off that throne.
Head overly consumed. And everyday another you.
Shit.
"Do not worship false idols"
"Return to me," you say. I can hear you whispering in my ear.
It's just a fun little day dream, I try to console myself.
But I only dance in my underwear when I think of someone else,
And I only go for the sexy ones.
Shit.
I'm shopping in the puja store, head covered, eyes shut and saying rah, rah...it's just for fun.
Be careful with those matches sweetheart, burning flesh smells pungent and not the orange zest kind.
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